Smokestack

I was broken, like a pony,

My wildness tamed before it had a chance

To dance naked in the sprinkler.

Behave! What will people think?

Don't embarrass the family.

They'll arrest you and let your white friends go.

Don't be a pendejo. Cuidado!

War raged in Asia.

My uncle and cousin fought in Viet Nam

My cousin came home

In a body bag.

Communists were taking over the world.

I had my duty to keep America safe

From Communists.

Why didn't they teach us communism in school?

They taught us the weaknesses and

Strengths of our opponent's football teams.

My wildness perked its head out of my parent's corral

When I joined the Navy.

I was proud to serve my country.

Until, until, until,

Body parts flying, bombs blasting, and guns killing,

Twisted my hidden wildness so tight

It shattered.

It spewed in screams

All over the deck,

All around the ship's center smokestack.

Every evening, we pulled away from the task of killing

To replenish our depleting supply of death,

Of screeching, piercing, 75 pound bombs.

When the ship's belly was full,

I exploded in a full run to nowhere,

Around and around the smokestack,

Screaming my sanity back.

Screaming out my horror,

Frantically wanting to scream

The broken, bloody bodies back to life.

Desperately wanting to scream

My own body back

Home to sanity.

She stood on the shore

In her shimmering green ao dai

And pointed straw hat, holding out her hand.

Come back, 1972 is only a memory.

Come with me into the ocean, into the jungle

Of your mild, wildness.

I stared at the shore as I fell on my knees.

Exhausted, I leaned against the smoke stack,

Catching my breath,

Inhaling diesel and death,

Mixed with salt air.

“Did you see that guy

Screaming around the smokestack?

He's wild and crazy!” the new ensign yelled,

Pointing his own shaking finger at me.

The lieutenant shook his head,

“He's the only sane person

On this ship.”